After this year of awakening as our world restructures itself, we find ourselves gaping at our accelerated social transformation. Despite the horror we’ve been witnessing, I find myself ready for a seasonal shift. I realized it was time to change my outlook, my vibe and my wardrobe. With the oncoming of celestial light I feel an urge to recreate myself with a new lighter, freer look and a sense of hope that compelled me to explore a side of myself usually hidden and protected beneath that darker version of the black-clad warrior witch that has sustained me through decades of coping and transmuting generational trauma.
So I went shopping for the first time since covid to try new on versions of myself. I envisioned wearing brighter, prettier things — more botanicals and flowing lines shifting my usual dark punk uniform of vigilant spiritual battle I have worn for years. So I am moving through the store offerings when I am stopped in my tracks — stunned to find the witchiest shirt of rebellion I could have possibly imagined.
This piece of clothing described my life for the last decades of spiritual training and academic excursion into the history of my female ancestors. There it was hanging in the racks waiting for me — everything I have fought for and worked toward excavating and integrating in myself was perfectly emblazoned in a freaking discounted tee-shirt at Ross. In that moment I was stunned to realize I couldn’t buy it because it no longer describes who I have become. I just didn’t want to wear that anymore.
After all my sacrifice and struggle to fight righteous battle to retain my authentic spiritual female heritage in tune with the forces nature and honoring the ancestors who bore me, I looked at this image of rebellion and victory and it no longer fit. I had grown past that version of myself. I couldn’t believe it.
Who am I now then if I am not what I thought I was?! Well that is the spring gift of rebalancing at the Equinox. My god we change. Constantly. The seasonal offering is to joyfully catch up to our own growth because we are dynamic, sacred elements of consciousness experiencing ourselves on an abundantly beautiful and resplendent planet. Right now there is hope in the rubble — a holy spark of life. The gift is that we can remake ourselves and recreate our precious world into a fabulous reality that serves and honors all.
Blessing to all sentient beings in this tremendous time of transformation. Healing to all ancestors, relations, and earthly and celestial communities. May we heal and rise together. So must it be!
May light transform us and may we integrate our shadows into full loving potential.
Blessings from the Blue Dog Temple. Namaste all sentient beings!